I woke up the next morning alone in bed. Rolling over I shoved my face into my mates pillow. He let me sleep in. I feel like Ambrose always lets me sleep in if he can.
How did I get so lucky?
Sighing, I reluctantly I sat up and got out of bed. I trudged to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The moment I stepped onto the cold tiled floor an overwhelming nausea wave hit me. I rushed to the toliet and emptied the contents of my stomach.
At least I made it. When I was pregnant with Tate there were a few times that I didn't. I remember keeping a waste basket next to me at all times because I was always sick.
Just as another wave hit me and I doubled over the toliet again, I felt hands on my back. My hair was pulled out of my face and the smell of fresh dirt and camp fire engulfed me. I insta
